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“Because I was going to come down your throat,” I say ruefully. “And I’d rather come in your pussy.”
With my hands on her shoulders, I guide her backward until she hits the edge of the bed. Then I push her down onto the mattress and climb on top of her.
“I like this side of you,” she says.
I glance down at her body. “I like this side of you too.”
“Fuck me, Reaper.”
I line up with her entrance and push inside in one long, smooth thrust, burying myself to the hilt. She cries out withpleasure, digging her nails into my ass cheeks, holding me in place.
“I’ve gotta move, babe,” I say, my teeth clenched.
She nods, releasing me enough to work my hips. Each stroke in and out, in and out, is pure bliss. She’s wet, warm, and incredibly tight for a woman who birthed twins. She’s fucking perfect.
Kyra buries her face against my neck, nipping and licking with each thrust. Her speed matches mine, and we ride the ridgeline of oblivion together. Rolling my hips, I make contact with that perfect bundle of nerves, and she bites into my flesh to keep from crying out as her walls flutter around me.
“That’s it,” I praise. “Come on my cock.”
Spasm, thrust, bite. Spasm, thrust, bite. Our rhythm doesn’t falter and soon that familiar tingle returns, and I’m crashing with her. When I’m spent, she’s still experiencing aftershocks so reaching between our bodies, I roll her clit between my thumb and forefinger.
“Oh, Jesus,” she moans. “Oh, God.”
This woman. She has so much to give, and she’s giving it all to me. I don’t deserve her, but I’ll be damned if I’m not going to take what I can get.
Kyra goes limp beneath me, fully sated and relaxed. I roll to her side and tug her close. Every few seconds she moans so quietly I almost miss it.
“That good?” I ask, a teasing quality to the words.
She giggles. “You tell me.”
“Way better than good,” I admit.
“Agreed.”
“I think we should do it again.”
Her giggle turns into laughter. “Gimme a few minutes. I’m spent.”
“I’ll give you all the time you need.”
21
Kyra
TWO MONTHS LATER…
Sun peaks through the blinds, and I roll away from it. My stomach is churning, and the crackers I had before bed last night threaten to make a reappearance. As bile creeps up the back of my throat, I kick free of the blankets and rush to the bathroom. I make it just in time.
I puke until there’s nothing left. Hell, it feels like my body tried to dig deep and find food I’d eaten years ago. Leaning against the side of the tub, completely exhausted, I listen for the telltale sounds that Heidi and Hunter are awake.
And I wish, not for the first time, that Reaper was here.
We haven’t been together since the night we had sex, not in the biblical sense anyway. I expected it to become a regular thing, but he’s surprised me by taking a step back and working to build a solid foundation for…
For what?
That’s the million-dollar question. Reaper has done exactly what he said he’d do. He and his brothers have helped me get back on my feet at the diner and filled in as far as helping out with Heidi and Hunter, but I don’t need that anymore. I’ve been able to hire several new staff members and a college freshman, Sasha, who the twins seem to love as their new babysitter.Although, I don’t need her as often as I did now that I have trustworthy employees and Reaper.
